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Day 01 → Something you hate about yourself.
Day 02 → Something you love about yourself.
Day 03 → Something you have to forgive yourself for.
Day 04 → Something you have to forgive someone for.
Day 05 → Something you hope to do in your life.
Day 06 → Something you hope you never have to do.

Day 07 → Someone who has made your life worth living for.
Day 08 → Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like ****.
Day 09 → Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.
Day 10 → Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.
Day 11 → Something people seem to compliment you the most on.
Day 12 → Something you never get compliments on.
Day 13 → A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough *** days. (write a letter.)
Day 14 → A hero that has let you down. (letter)
Day 15 → Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.
Day 16 → Someone or something you definitely could live without.
Day 17 → A book you’ve read that changed your views on something.
Day 18 → Your views on gay marriage.

Day 19 → What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of politics?
Day 20 → Your views on drugs and alcohol.
Day 21 → (scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do?
Day 22 → Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life.
Day 23 → Something you wish you had done in your life.
Day 24 → Make a playlist to someone, and explain why you chose all the songs. (Just post the titles and artists and letter)
Day 25 → The reason you believe you’re still alive today.
Day 26 → Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and why?
Day 27 → What’s the best thing going for you right now?
Day 28 → What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do?
Day 29 → Something you hope to change about yourself. And why.
Day 30 → A letter to yourself, tell yourself EVERYTHING you love about yourself.

This is going to sound super-cliche, but it’s the truth.

One word.


As some of you (hi, new friends!) know, I was born early.

I weighed under two pounds (barely one and a half).

I spent the first 90 days of my life in two different hospitals, and by the time they let me come home (around the time I should’ve been born), I was only, what, six pounds? I had to wear a heart monitor for a while, just in case.

I know that science and my doctors played a part in my staying alive, but I believe that ultimately it was God Who kept me going.

And He’s continued to keep me going.

I’ve had several almost-accidents.

I realized recently that because of my early entry into the world, my immune system may not be as good as some other people’s — that would explain why I got strep every fall for like five years straight as a kid.

No, strep isn’t necessarily fatal, but… it’s not fun. =\

I’m going to go into in more detail in tomorrow’s post, but I have wanted to give up more times than I can count.

Through it all, God’s been there, waiting with open arms for me to turn back to Him; waiting for me to reach out and hold His hand; waiting to rescue me.

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